Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (3/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.

Summary: It’s Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a particularly ‘frisky’ mood and learn something of great interest about Elrond.

Chapter 3/?


“Elrond, I apologise for my tardiness this morning,” Erestor said with a friendly smile as he sat in one of the comfortable armchairs near the archway that lead to the balcony. He was truly sorry he had arrived late to the meeting, but did not regret for an instant the cause, nothing made him happier than lying in Glorfindel’s arms, loving him with body and soul.

The irate Lord of Imladris nodded once to acknowledge his advisor’s presence then turned away impatiently to glance down into the courtyard. He remained silently staring at whatever had caught his attention, then with an annoyed sigh, he walked back through the archway and over to a small cabinet, on the top of which stood a bottle of wine and two cups. He opened the only drawer and removed a small jar of the kind he used for storing his herbs and proceeded to open it, favouring Erestor with an unreadable stare as he did so.

“Please try not to let the distraction provided by Glorfindel’s return to keep you from your duties again,” Elrond remarked as he sprinkled some powdered herbs into a cup hof wine which he then handed to Erestor who was frowning at the unfriendly demeanour and the words that came very close to insult. “Here, drink this.”

”What is it?” Erestor asked even as he downed the potion in a single gulp.

“It is simply a tonic that will refresh you and help to relieve the after effects of what I can only assume was a rather exhausting evening, considering Glorfindel’s lustful nature,” Elrond explained offering what could only be described as a crude wink as he stepped out onto the balcony to once again peer over the wide stone wall. Erestor felt his cheeks colour at the suggestive comment that, although very true, addressed a matter that was none of Elrond’s business.

“Really Elrond, sometimes you go too far! I will not discuss what occurs between Glorfindel and me in the privacy of our bedchamber with you or anyone else, and certainly not in a manner that debases the love we share," the advisor declared with some vehemence.

“As you wish, but we do have other issues to discuss before our guests arrive,” he said with an almost apologetic smile that did not reach his troubled eyes.

“Is something amiss?” Erestor asked as Elrond idly toyed with his wine cup and sighed deeply. His friend of many centuries was not behaving in his usual calm and controlled manner nor had Erestor known him to become so agitated over his rare fall from grace.

“Nay… ‘Tis only that I have received word that the party from Mirkwood will be arriving within the hour. Please go and make sure that the guest chambers are ready. I would be most disappointed if all was not as it should be when the Mirkwood Elves arrive.” Erestor frowned at the implication that he had neglected his duty.

“Are you accusing me of failing to see to the ort ort guests who have not yet even passed through our gates? What is wrong with you today, Elrond?” Genuine concern was hidden beneath the increasing anger and deliberate sarcasm. Not even Elrond was immune to the advisor’s sharp tongue when Erestor was offended.

“Thranduil has never visited Imladris, and he only agreed to come for the current celebrations because he is wise enough to realise that it is in Mirkwood’s best interest to enter into the alliance Celeborn and I are proposing. Surely it is not too much to ask that you do what you can to ensure he gains a favourable impression of Imladris’s hospitality!” Elrond pounded his fist on the desk and responded in the dangerously cold voice in which Erestor heard nothing but unreasonable anger.

There was a constant flow of travellers to and from Imladris almost every day, so the arrival of one Elf was hardly cause for his lord’s sour mood, unless it was because this particular Elf was Thranduil. What was the true nature of the relationship between the two leaders, were they friends or enemies?

Erestor was aware the two had fought together during the Last Alliance, but since then Thranduil claimed to be too deeply involved in the establishment of his realm for any more contact other than the occasional exchange of information. Elrond’s opinion on the matter was something the Peredhel had never openly expressed to anyone, except perhaps Galadriel and Celeborn.

Erestor had to admit that he had no idea as to the real cause, but neither would he allow his integrity to be called into question.

“Let me remind you, my lord that I have never failed in my duty to you or Imladris. I will see to the guest rooms at once” he said, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt as he stormed out of the library.

Erestor’s temper improved considerably as he inspected the chambers Galadriel and Celeborn used on their rare visits to Imladris. The curtains were drawn allowing the sweet smelling summer breeze to fill the room with clean fresh air. The bed was newly made, and a basket of fresh fruit decorated the small table used for private dining. Everything was in order in the bathing chamber as well, and as he glanced around, making one last inspection before leaving, Erestor made a mental note to congratulate the maid on a job well done.

Thranduil’s chamber was an entirely different matter and after almost tripping over the cleaning cloths and brushes that lay abandoned in the doorway, the advisor’s anger returned, directed more at himself than the one who had left the task unfinished. Erestor knew he should have checked yesterday as he intended. It was his own fault, but when Glorfindel needed him, all else became insignificant and unimportant.

Erestor roughly pulled the curtains aside to allow the stale air to escape, and to add a little more light to enter the chamber, and was alarmed to see the unmistakeable golden hair of the King of Mirkwood gleaming in the afternoon sunlight as he and his escort rode slowly over the bridge. The chambers needed cleaning, and right now and the advisor realised he had no option but to personally see to the task.

He had just begun to unbutton his robes, intending to keep them clean by removing him when his fingers brushed his bare chest, reminding him that he was totally naked beneath the garment. The next thought that crossed his mind was that by now Glorfindel was hopefully wandering about in the same state of undress and his body reacted instantly to the mental image of his lover’s glorious body.

Elrond was right, Glorfindel was a distraction, and he hurriedly searched the chest of drawers for something to wear whilst he pretended to be the cleaning maid. All he found were several sleeveless under shirts that reached midway down his thigh. Not the most desirable length, but sufficient to serve his purpose and he quickly changed, then as an afterthought, walked over to lock the door. At least he would not be forced to explain himself to any unwanted visitors, or so he thought. He was just about to close the door when it was pushed open and a smiling Glorfindel entered the chamber, eyeing his lover appreciatively.

“Ai, here you are Erestor. I have been looking everywhere for you. Did you know that Thranduil has arrived?’ he said as he locked the door and moved co stand close enough to the advisor that he could run his hands slowly up his bare legs. Erestor could not stop the needy moan that escaped his lips, nor his wanton thrust towards his lover that forced Glorfindel’s hand to brush against his hardened member.

“So I saw,” Erestor whispered, reaching up to claim his lover’s lips in a searing kiss. Glorfindel stepped away when they finally parted for air and stood with his arms folded across his chest.

“Would you care to explain why you are standing half naked in Thranduil’s chambers 'Tis unseemly behaviour for a bonded Elf, as I am sure you know, ” he added, his eyes glittering with a mixture of desire and mirth as he, feigned jealous outrage.

“Look around you Glorfindel, tchamchamber is a disaster. It needs a good clean, and the task will definitely be completed much faster with your assistance,” replied Erestor in the tone of voice he used when issuing orders to his staff. He took another undershirt form the drawer and handed it to Glorfindel who was now laughing merrily at the very idea of doing such a menial chore.

“Here, remove your robe and put this on. I assume you heeded my note?” Erestor asked, his voice was husky with desire as he sought and found affirmation the midnight blue eyes. With a playfully suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, and the briefest contact of a moist tongue on the sensitive tip of the Balrog slayer’s ear, Erestor effectively silenced the musical sound of laughter by taking his lover’s breath away.

“Perhaps we should start with making the bed?” Glorfindel suggested, picking the advisor up and carrying him across the room after he had removed his robes. After several kisses and much sensual licking and caressing, Erestor reluctantly pushed Glorfindel away.

“Nay, there is no time for this, my insatiable one I have already suffered Elrond’s harsh words this day, I do not wish to anger him further,” Erestor said as he stood and walked over to the pile of cleaning cloths. He selected one, and ignoring the adorable pout of disappointment on Glorfindel’s face, begun to dust the furniture. He smiled with affection when, a few moments later, he saw the Balrog slayer busily making the bed.

“Why is Elrond angry with you?’ he asked as he worked. Erestor quickly explained as well as he could, and freely admitted he did not fully understand their friend’s attitude.

“Sounds more like frustration than anger to me, perhaps all he needs is to be thoroughly bedded!”

“Glorfindel! What an unseemly thing to say!” Erestor exclaimed.

“I only speak the truth and you know it. Should we speak to Haldir when he arrives? He has always fancied Elrond and I believe he is an excellent lover,” Glorfindel mused as he continued with his chore.

“So I have heard also, but it is not our place to interfere in another’s private life,” Erestor replied as he moved into the bathing chamber.

“Nor is it anyone’s, including Elrond’s to interfere in ours,” growled Glorfindel as he grabbed Erestor from behind and attacked the soft curve of his neck with a series of licks and nips. The advisor threw his head back to expose as much flesh as possible, and allowed Glorfindel to slowly and thoroughly seduce him with his hands, lips and tongue until he was begging for release. The seneschal quickly found some suitable oil, and carefully prepared his lover with more intimate kisses and caresses.

“Enough, Glorfindel. Take me now!” Erestor demanded wantonly.

It was a plea Glorfindel was powerless to refuse. Placing the silky tip of his arousal against the opening waiting to take his length, he was just about to thrust deeply when the sound of the locked door crashing open echoed around the bathing chamber.

Two pairs of eyes widened in shock ed disbelief, the haze of their lust fading as rapidly as their arousals and with the stealth which elves were well known to possess, they moved to peer through the slightly opened door that separated the two chambers.

“We should give them their privacy,” said Glorfindel without taking his eyes from the two elves who were saw sprawled on the floor, obviously intent on ravishing each other. He felt Erestor nod his agreement, and then smiled when he felt his lover's chin rest on his shoulder, giving him a better view as well.

“He has a magnificent body,” Erestor commented as he studied the naked elf who was now far too preoccupied with thrusting into his partner to be able to hear the soft whispers from the behind the bathing chamber door.

“Erestor!” Glorfindel hissed, turning to face the dark eyes, his own blazing with jealousy and pain.

“But neither as gorgeous or desirable s yours, only you can complete me, my Glorfindel, I love you,” Erestor whispered, appeasing the unintentional hurt with his words and by caressing the soft skin he rested against so tenderly that the flame of desire roared back into life.

“I love you, Erestor,” Glorfindel whispered as he felt a warm hand gripping his now fully hardened member and guide it towards the still well prepared opening. Mindful of the two in the next room, their loving was slow and sensual, building to a passionate release that was as beautiful as it was intense. They did their best to muffle their soft cries of ecstasy with a bruising kiss, and lay in quiet, yet breathless contentment in each other’s arms, exchanging a satisfied smile when the lovers in the next room voiced their own completion.

As the last echoes of “Thranduil!”

“Elrond!” faded from the chambers, they dared to take another look, pleased to find their lord already in peaceful and sated reverie, held lovingly in the arms of the King of Mirkwood.

“I take it they are more than casual acquaintances,” Erestor commented dryly as he looked over at the large window that was likely their only means of retreat.

“And I was right about Elrond’s frustration,” smirked Glorfindel as he followed Erestor’s concerned gaze and immediately understood his intention. “Do you trust me, my love?” he asked, taking the pale hands in his own and kissing the palms tenderly.

“With my life,” Erestor replied without hesitation, returning the loving gesture in kind.

“Then wait here,” said Glorfindel as he crept soundlessly into the bedchamber and retrieved their robes. Erestor breathed a sigh of relief when neither Elrond nor Thranduil stirred, but it was short lived when he realised that Glorfindel meant for them to sneak past the lovers and leave the chamber in the usual manner.

“Climbing out the bathing chamber window appeals to my sense of fun, and such an act would only serve to enhance my reputation as an Elf of high spirits, but I will not risk having you caught in such an undignified position.” He explained, with total seriousness and such loving concern and possessiveness that Erestor fell in love all over again.

“What if they awaken?” he asked, whispering as softly as possible as Glorfindel took his hand and lead him towards the doorway. Erestor stopped walking and stood his ground while he waited for his answer.

“We will simply tell the truth.” Glorfindel said with a wink that warned Erestor he was in a devious mood.

“That we shamelessly watched them make love? I am not as courageous as you, my Balrog slayer and what of my dignity, not to mention theirs? Have you not heard that Thranduil’s temper is as quick and hot as Elrond’s can be?”

“A test of your diplomatic skills to be certain, but one I know you can handle should the need arise. Nay, I was thinking of another truth, the reason we are here in the first place,” Glorfindel replied unable to resist taking his lover, who was now smiling with equal mischief, into his arms for another kiss.

“Aye, we could say we had come to clean the room and discovered them in their present state,” Erestor agreed. It was a stretch of the truth, but of a kind he had often had cause to use in his dealings with diplomats. Dignity would be maintained as much as possible, and there would be no cause for recrimination.

It was also one he did not have to use, for as Glorfindel obviously expected would happen, they simply walked hand in hand into the next room, past the sleeping lovers and out into the passageway. Glorfindel soundlessly pulling the door closed on the scene behind them.

“Am I to understand you are now free for the rest of the day, my wicked Advisor? I am in desperate need of a bath,” Glorfindel said hopefully.

“By no means am I at liberty to accompany you as you so clearly desire,” Erestor said teasing the hardness he knew was beneath Glorfindel’s robes with a few quick strokes. “Whilst Elrond is ‘indisposed’, it falls to me to take charge. Galadriel and Celeborn are also expected to arrive today and someone needs to keep them from accidentally discovering Elrond’s well kept secret.”

“Humph, if Galadriel does not already know, then I am a son of an Orc!” Glorfindel scoffed. He and Galadriel had been childhood friends, and remained so over the millennia.

“Be that as it may, you will have to wait until Elrond returns before you feel my hardness thrusting deep within you,” Erestor teased as he reached up to brush a few strands of gold back behind Glorfindel’s ear, deliberately including the tip in his tender touch. Sensing the slight movement that indicated his lover’s arms were about to embrace him, Erestor lithely moved out of reach. “A promise of things to come,” he whispered as a messenger appeared at the end of the passageway and signalled he wished to speak with Glorfindel.

Erestor took advantage the interruption and disappeared in the direction of the kitchens and was nowhere to be seen when Glorfindel finished speaking with the messenger. Undeterred and still with a nice warm bath and a plan for further seduction in mind, the seneschal returned to the chambers he and Erestor shared, and grinned wickedly at the honey pot that waited patiently on the bedside table.